Chapter 1747: Who is rubbish, knowing more than it is (seeking a ticket)

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"Ha ha ha, you see, now my little sister does not change people out to you?"

Luo Tian screamed at Jun Muyan and gritted his teeth: "How about these people? Are these people qualified to compete with my Tian Jiajun? Hahaha, don't laugh at the dead!"

"Which of you, what is the configuration of the sinister army, there are more than half of the first-order and second-order valleys, and the rest is still 30% of the valley period, but it is just a group of wastes for the forging period!!"

As he spoke, Luo Tian suddenly made a pleasant and ridiculous laugh. "Jun Muyan, do you really think that many people can win? To deal with this group of waste, I don’t even need Jindan monks to get all of you. Grinding and crushing!!"

Everyone in the sinister army heard an angry look.

But they did not rebut or speak, but they looked at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan wiped away the tears on her face, and the corner of her mouth slowly evoked a lazy arc: "The cursing army listens!"

"Yes--!!"

"Since anyone wants to see the strength of our squadrons, then let them be done!!"

As soon as the voice fell, her figure had already floated and landed at the top of a temple closest to Taiyi Square.

The celestial piano appeared in her hands.

Slim fingers such as jade are placed on the strings, slowly moving, and the music is melodious.

[Feather on the eye] launched! !

In time, the familiar feelings have poured into the hearts of everyone in the sinister army.

The body seems to be injected with an inexhaustible force.

Their spiritual power, their knowledge, their movements, and strength are all as if they have been lifted.

The Tianji Camp and the Changsheng Camp quickly retreated.

The people of the ink camp and the Taixu camp quickly advanced and stood in front of Tian Jiajun.

In the sacred army, not everyone is a combatant.

Ink Camp and Tai Xuying are responsible for the battle.

Tianji Camp is responsible for intelligence.

The Changsheng Camp is responsible for logistics.

Luo Tian saw that there were only a handful of opponents left by more than a thousand people. He even laughed and said, "Hahaha, you are a group of wastes. The strength is lower than that of my Tian Jiajun. The number is half of my Tian Jiajun. Is it still expected to win?!"

The repairers behind Tian Jia also made a sneer.

The win or loss of this battle is obvious, there is no suspense.

Luo Tian’s gaze swept over Muyan at the top of the temple and shouted loudly. “Jun Muyan, I heard that you are the strongest assistant in the history of the indigo world. But even if you are, you can’t make a group of garbage, and My Tian family is contending."

"Who is rubbish, know more than ever!"

Mu Yan's action of moving the strings is getting faster and faster, and the sound of the piano is getting more and more urgent.

But her posture and look are more lazy, more and more cloud-light, then she listened to her and shouted, "Jun Mochen!"

Mu Yan rarely called Xiaobao's full name.

So that when she read the name, everyone in the door did not respond.

Not to mention the students of Xingchen College, they simply don't know who Muyan is calling.

However, whether it was Xiaobao or the squadron, when he heard the name, he immediately straightened his back and his eyes were burning, and each one was like a beast ready to go.

Xiao Bao’s body slashed out of the scabbard and jumped forward. The whistling room had already arrived before all the sacred soldiers.

When Luo Tian saw it, he first smashed it. Then he smiled and grabbed his stomach. "Ha ha ha, Jun Muyan, you should not think that if you add a little doll, you can change anything?"